[ Spike's well familiar with all manner of uglies that go bump in the night. This place has got its share, at least as far as vamps like him go: fewer demons of the slimy fiery tentacle-y sort than he's used to, though, which also means fewer opportunities to punch things in the face and blow off steam.
He doesn't get on the Easter egg hunt until after dark, when anything worth money has probably been snatched up already. Spike circles the lake with an unlit cigarette between his lips, and watches a little yellow egg get scooped by the most visibly demon-y creature he's encountered thus far.
Yeah, he's not an idiot. Part of him does want to know if there's diamonds in there, but this pretty thing looks like a one-way ticket to the bottom of the pond. ]
No thanks. [ Spike pops a squat by the edge of the water and flicks his lighter, cupping his hand around the end of his cigarette until it catches. ] Got a firm policy of not kissing frogs.
ophelia (b)
He doesn't get on the Easter egg hunt until after dark, when anything worth money has probably been snatched up already. Spike circles the lake with an unlit cigarette between his lips, and watches a little yellow egg get scooped by the most visibly demon-y creature he's encountered thus far.
Yeah, he's not an idiot. Part of him does want to know if there's diamonds in there, but this pretty thing looks like a one-way ticket to the bottom of the pond. ]
No thanks. [ Spike pops a squat by the edge of the water and flicks his lighter, cupping his hand around the end of his cigarette until it catches. ] Got a firm policy of not kissing frogs.